rattler
Well-known member
I got this in an email today thought i would share it.
Amen to this one!!!
>
> The other day, someone at a store in our town read that a
> methamphetamine lab had been found in an old farmhouse in the adjoining
> county and he asked me a rhetorical question,
>
> ''Why didn't we have a drug problem when you and I were growing up?'' I
> replied, "I had a drug problem when I was young." I was drug to church
> on Sunday morning. I was drug to church for weddings and funerals.
>
> I was drug to family reunions and community socials no matter the
> weather. I was drug by my ears when I was disrespectful to adults. I
> was also drug to the woodshed when I disobeyed my parents, told a lie,
> brought home a bad report card, did not speak with respect, spoke ill of
> the teacher or the preacher, or if I didn't put forth my best effort in
> everything that was asked of me.
>
> I was drug to the kitchen sink to have my mouth washed out with soap if
> I uttered a profane four-letter word. I was drug out to pull weeds in
> mom's garden and flowerbeds and cockleburs out of dad's fields.
>
> I was drug to the homes of family, friends, and neighbors to help out
> some poor soul who had no one to mow the yard, repair the clothesline,
> or chop some firewood; and if my mother had ever known that I took a
> single dime as a tip for this kindness, she would have drug me back to
> the woodshed.
>
> Those drugs are still in my veins; and they affect my behavior in
> everything I do, say, and think. They are stronger than cocaine, crack,
> or heroin; and, if today's children had this kind of drug problem.
>
> America would be a better place.
rattler
Amen to this one!!!
>
> The other day, someone at a store in our town read that a
> methamphetamine lab had been found in an old farmhouse in the adjoining
> county and he asked me a rhetorical question,
>
> ''Why didn't we have a drug problem when you and I were growing up?'' I
> replied, "I had a drug problem when I was young." I was drug to church
> on Sunday morning. I was drug to church for weddings and funerals.
>
> I was drug to family reunions and community socials no matter the
> weather. I was drug by my ears when I was disrespectful to adults. I
> was also drug to the woodshed when I disobeyed my parents, told a lie,
> brought home a bad report card, did not speak with respect, spoke ill of
> the teacher or the preacher, or if I didn't put forth my best effort in
> everything that was asked of me.
>
> I was drug to the kitchen sink to have my mouth washed out with soap if
> I uttered a profane four-letter word. I was drug out to pull weeds in
> mom's garden and flowerbeds and cockleburs out of dad's fields.
>
> I was drug to the homes of family, friends, and neighbors to help out
> some poor soul who had no one to mow the yard, repair the clothesline,
> or chop some firewood; and if my mother had ever known that I took a
> single dime as a tip for this kindness, she would have drug me back to
> the woodshed.
>
> Those drugs are still in my veins; and they affect my behavior in
> everything I do, say, and think. They are stronger than cocaine, crack,
> or heroin; and, if today's children had this kind of drug problem.
>
> America would be a better place.
rattler